Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... is a roe, a roe patron saint appears in the backyard of McMillan's, and it tells me that Draco is home." & 1t; /

As mentioned earlier, using the patron saint to carry on the message is a magic spell technique developed by Dumbledore. A long time ago, he passed a lot of practical magic knowledge to the members of the Order of the Phoenix, so this is certainly not unique to Maca. & 1t; /

Earlier, when Maca and Lucius mentioned Narcissa, they seemed to inadvertently gesture to Snape. & 1t; /

After all, he must still use rune maps. The magic can save a little and save a little, which is also to ensure foolproof. & 1t; /

"... Are still roe?" & 1t; /

After hearing Narcissa's words, Maca couldn't help but glance over Snape's side. & 1t; /

The image of the animal transformed by the patron saint changes with the mood of the caster. & 1t; /

For example, Snape, his pagoda deer is based on his most beautiful and hopeful obsession, which is the greatest attachment to things that are hopeless and unavailable. & 1t; /

Because, at the time, Harry's mother Lily, her patron saint was a clever naughty deer. & 1t; /

"By the way, Mr. McLean, today Draco is really grateful for what happened to Draco! But ... will he be okay in the future? Wouldn't he be like he is today after waking up? Nightmare ... will never Did you? "& 1t; /

It was Lucius who spoke, but he was actually asking this on behalf of his wife Narcissa. As for Narcissa, she was a little overwhelmed when facing Maca-she was deeply awkward to express her gratitude to a boy the same size as her son. & 1t; /

In other words, she was born in the Black family like Bellatrix, and her pride was not much lower than that of her crazy sister. & 1t; /

Of course, Maca doesn't care much about these little things. & 1t; /

"Draco is fine," he nodded at the couple, "just ..." & 1t; /

He made a terrible turn, and immediately made the Malfoys anxious, fearing that their baby son would leave any terrible sequelae. & 1t; /

However, Maca suddenly smiled easily. & 1t; /

"It's just that nightmares will probably do it ..." He shrugged. "Don't you usually have nightmares? Sometimes I come here too ... for example, someone hides me in The dragon meat cake in the drawer was eaten or something ... Oh, that's really terrible! "& 1t; /

Just as Lucius and Narcissa were stunned, Snape twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a subtle expression. & 1t; /

... & 1t; /

When Maca and Snape left Malfoy Manor, it was already lunch time. Lucius wanted to entertain them, but they didn't stay there for dinner. & 1t; /

When a professor at a magic school isn't as busy as he thought ... No, it's actually quite idle, I mean, if you don't have so many "private things" to do. & 1t; /

Just like the recent Maca, he apparently just finished the busyness of the alchemy contest, but was a little disturbed by Haierbo emerging from the ground. After finally deciding to step up the study of magic, he was troubled by the bronze eagle that emerged from the knocker. & 1t; /

However, in the strange psychology of Hitchpitch College, when he left Malfoy's house, he still packed a delicate and delicious meal by the way. & 1t; /

"Professor, don't you really need it? I have a lot of delicious stuff here, and you can probably go in points ... I think you know it, the dining hall should be over by now." & 1t; /

Soon, Maca and Snape reappeared at the school gate in Hogwarts' vestibule. Then Maca patted her waist pocket again, and asked casually. & 1t; /

"No more." & 1t; /

Snape shook his head and walked straight in, as if he wanted to go straight back to his office. & 1t; /

Maca slid his lips indifferently at the back, then pulled out a greasy fried chicken leg from his waist, and walked along the path in the vestibule. & 1t; /

It didn't take long for his mouth to be filled with shiny oil, and several little wizards walking along the vestibule while having a meal were staring at him and giggling along the way. & 1t; /

But where would Maca care about this, he walked through the vestibule lawn with a cheeky face, carrying a chicken leg to the school hospital on the second floor of the castle. & 1t; /

The door of the ward was open. He glanced into it before entering, and walked in after Mrs. Pomfrey was absent. & 1t; /

"Hey, Sarah—" Maca walked as she walked. "Nearly, even ordinary students with broken arms should recover now. If you continue to live, you won't be indifferent but irritating. Doubt! "& 1t; /

The fat man had followed his father back to Egypt, and now Sarah is alone in the ward. Had Maca and Mrs. Pomfrey greeted her, she would have been kicked out of the hospital. & 1t; /

"Professor McLean, good afternoon." & 1t; /

"Oh, good afternoon!" & 1t; /

After Maca nodded at her, she pulled the chair beside the bed and sat down, shaking her hand slightly, and the chicken bone disappeared into his hand immediately. Immediately after, he took out the next chicken leg from his waist and continued to bite. & 1t; /

"Just a bit of gain today, I think we can talk about it ..." He chewed a bit, at the same time, said a bit vaguely, "Yes, I remember you said that you once wanted to find those who are good at soul magic Wizard's, isn't it? "& 1t; /

Sarah heard the words, pulled the quilt in front of her, and nodded. & 1t; /

"Have you ever found it?" Marka asked again. & 1t; /

"I said before that few people study soul magic," she said, "but I did find a few over the years ..." & 1t; /

"So, has anyone mentioned the composition of the soul with you?" & 1t; /

Makar asked for the answer, so he didn't wait for Sarah to finish, then interrupted her again. When Sarah heard this question, she lowered her head and recalled it, then shook her head. & 1t; /

"No," she said affirmatively, "If anyone has told me, I usually don't forget." & 1t; /

After listening to Maca's side, she couldn't help but pause a bit, probably sorting out her thoughts. After clearing out some ideas in his mind, he continued to say-& 1t; /

"Sarah, I once saw such a sentence on a magic book," he put his hand holding the chicken leg aside, seriously, "'The weight of the soul comes from the lightness that sin cannot bear.' ... The person who wrote this sentence was Ragnar Bastos. "& 1t; /

After repeating this sentence, Maca continued: "The meaning of this sentence is not difficult to understand. Bastos wants to tell others that although the weight of the soul is almost insignificant, it is not a wanton deprivation. Reasons for others' lives. "& 1t; /

"I don't know who this 'Ragna Bastos' is-there is no record of him other than that manuscript. But when I opened that book, I I was a little concerned about the sentence he left on the title page ... "& 1t; /

"I haven't heard of this person. I don't seem to read the book you said." Sarah blinked. "But ... is there any problem with this sentence?" & 1t; /

Judging from Maca's narrative, this sentence does not seem to be special, is it a warning to warn others not to harm others at will? & 1t; /

However, Maca waved his hand. & 1t; /

"Sorry, my interpretation of that sentence is a bit redundant ..." He smiled, "What I care about now is actually the word" sin "in that sentence." & 1t; /

"Have you mentioned Voldemort last time? Have you said that you originally wanted to find him ..." Marka said, "At the time, your guess was correct. Voldemort's resurrection was indeed related to soul magic. No Know ... Have you ever heard of 'horcrux'? "& 1t; /

Those who know the Horcrux can be said to be pitifully few, even if it is a magic school with a profound knowledge such as Hogwarts, it is only fortunate that there is a book written by future generations. & 1t; /

To be honest, the method of making the Horcrux in that book is incomplete, and we have to say something else. & 1t; /

A person like Sarah who squats at home all year round and stays at home, even if she has lived long enough, can hardly come into contact with such extremely rare collections of powerful black magic. & 1t; /

So instead of waiting for her to answer, Maca spoke on her own. & 1t; /

"The Horcrux can store soul fragments, so that after the producer is killed, the soul can't stay away from the world because of incompleteness ..." He explained, "Oh, I can't say more about the specific content. I want to borrow Just one of them is to make Horcruxes-it takes murder! "& 1t; /

Sarah was puzzled when she heard it. & 1t; /

"You mean-" & 1t; /

"It's 'sin,'" Maka said, "I think that the act of murder combined with a specific curse is actually amplifying some kind of evil at the limit and tearing its soul ..." & 1t; /

"That is to say, the composition of the soul may contain the so-called" sin "!" & 1t; /

At this point, Maca is far from finished, because he will not be able to talk about today's gains until the concept of roll-calling. & 1t; /

However, ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Just when he wanted to take time out to allow Sarah to digest his ideas, a magic wave appeared from the corridor outside the ward. & 1t; /

"Is there anyone ..." & 1t; /

Maca turned her head back, but immediately there was an old face at the door, and she suddenly stretched several inches after turning around. & 1t; /

"Professor McLean," the mouth on that face opened and closed, and he spit out a cold sentence, "I think eating chicken drumsticks in the ward is obviously a big sin, do you think?" ; /

"Uh, oh ..." Maca glanced at the chicken drumsticks in her hands and smiled awkwardly immediately, "Mrs. Pomfrey, you're right!" & 1t;

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